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My arms are lonely
My lips are getting sad
They are still yearning for the soft touch they used to have
The times our bodies spent together
How I wish I cherished more when we were not apart
I may never again have your kisses but how I hope I always have a piece of your heart
I now search for grass to heal me
It's become a sweet temporary cure
But no ( Read more... )
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dont leave a girl hangin.
chels ILY, things will work out. :)
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